Even though it hasn't been quite 4 years since my mother died, it feel like an absolute gulf between now & then. Not sure why it feels that way. She was very very present till the day she died at 97. She hadn't been backing away into dementia or even ill health. I suppose it's me ~ all my dead loved ones seem more dead than they used to. They're still part of my inside life but my heart has long since adjusted to the weight.
I regret omitting from her obituary that my mom was a nudist.